Help Her Out

I pull her aside and ask if she has a shorter skirt, "Well, um yea, have a couple with my things. In case I want to go someplace a bit naughty after work... why?" I say to her, "Show me. I can help best when I have a few options to work with. She leads there, and I see a few skirts and the like. I grab a back mini skirt, that would cling tightly to her ass, and was quite a bit shorter than the one she had on. I heard her gasp as I showed it to her, "You mean for me to wear that at work?" she said surprised, "Everyone would be staring at me."

"I do expect you to if you take my advice. Besides, you're his secretary; they're going to stare anyway, so why not give them something worth looking at.". I saw her nod them "Well, I guess that makes sense." We quickly make our way to the ladies' room, and she quickly took off her skirt, replacing it with the mini skirt. It barely managed to cover much beyond her rear end, and I nodded as I saw it, "Good. Now, lose the vest. You're fine." I heard her sigh, taking it off, revealing all of her arms, shoulders, and an ample amount of her bosom in the process.

I smiled at her, holding her clothes under one arm before I said, "Oh, one last thing. May as well lose any underwear now. Don’t want them popping out and making a scene. I saw her gasp, surprised. After a moment, she nodded, pulling her bra off, followed by removing her G-string out from under her skirt. I got to see a flash of her shaved bush in the process before the skirt just barely covered it up again. She handed me her underwear then, letting out a deep say, she inquired, "Ok, How's this?"

I glance her once over, "Much more likely to please the boss; Unofficially of course. He can't exactly say anything officially, of course." I watch her nod, fighting with her bustier, and accidentally causing a nipple to pop out, before leading me to the front desk. "You'd be working here today, signing in patients, getting insurance info, and checking appointments. Let me know if you have any questions." She smirks at me once, before walking back in the direction we came from. I watch her leave, before sitting down at the desk presented. A table and a terminal are all that divides me from the patients that come and go.

I notice that this table, unlike many in waiting rooms, has no privacy barrier underneath it at all. As I sit this, I realize they can look up my skirt at any time. I pause, deciding to make the most of it, crossing and uncrossing my legs several times. I hear giggling, and see a pair of young adults in the waiting room, holding a phone up and snapping photos. Given the angle, I could tell them what, or more likely who, it was. I spread my legs apart some, making my inner thighs and pussy lips more viable to them in the process. I grinned, as their excitement rose.

I decided I should be paying attention to my job, as more patients enter the building.